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When the fire broke out, Dongzhi was still awake.
She didn’t need to keep watch; instead, she leaned against the headboard of her bed, illuminated by the flickering light of an oil lamp, engrossed in reading the storybook written by Song Feiwan.
In the rush of moving in the afternoon, many things had been left unpacked. Song Feiwan had instructed the servants to tidy up the bedroom and study first.
Then she stood at the table and commanded, “Bring me paper and a brush.”
Dongzhi quickly prepared everything and pushed aside other items on the table to make space. As Song Feiwan’s chief maid, she was literate. A glance at the text revealed a few lines:
[Song Zhaozhao walked through a damp and dark alley, her nose catching the scent of blood. A man in black lay sprawled in a pool of blood, his life or death unknown. Her heart raced; she slowed her breathing and quickened her steps. Suddenly! A large hand gripped her ankle tightly! She gasped as she heard the man’s deep, commanding voice: “Save me! Ten thousand taels of gold!”]
Heavens, that’s a lot of money! And who is this man?
Dongzhi's curiosity was instantly piqued. She looked at Song Feiwan, who was swiftly writing two large characters on the paper: "Zhaoyang."
Ignoring the storybook, Dongzhi asked in confusion, “Miss, what is this?”
With her exquisite features and flawless complexion, Song Feiwan held the brush delicately, her gaze fixed on those two characters. “Zhaoyang,” she said softly, like cool jade whispering, “the sun rises anew on this day. From now on, this courtyard shall be called Zhaoyang Courtyard. You need to have a new plaque made by a craftsman.”
Dongzhi genuinely liked this new name and responded eagerly, “Yes! By the way, Miss, Prince Chen’s spirit tablet has also been prepared.”
“Hmm,” Song Feiwan replied with a cold expression. Dongzhi couldn’t discern her thoughts but suspected that she must be feeling quite sorrowful.
After all, she was forever separated from the one she loved. Sigh.
"Miss, please don't be too sad," Dongzhi advised. "You have received the Emperor's blessing for marriage. Prince Chen, if he is watching from above, must be very pleased."
Song Feiwan glanced at her without denying it.
"But the discord between you and Master Song and the others has been noticed by Qi. After he reports to the Emperor and the Consort, do you think they will have any objections?"
Song Feiwan showed no remorse on her face and replied in a calm tone, "I don't know. Regardless of their opinions, I will marry Prince Chen."
As for tearing apart her relationship with Song Taipeng and the others, whether it would cause her to lose face was not within her consideration.
She let out a light laugh, her eyes sparkling with unmatched beauty. "I've made up my mind to be a widow; why should I care about such trivial fame? Whoever makes me unhappy, I will make them doubly so."
Dongzhi was even more moved by this sincerity.
"You're absolutely right! From now on, no one in the Song residence will be able to bully you!"
For the first time in all the years she had been by Song Feiwan's side, Dongzhi felt a sense of pride.
"And the other servants in the courtyard are proud of you too!" Dongzhi continued excitedly. "You have no idea how regretful those who left after the imperial decree are! They came to me stammering, asking if they could return."
Song Feiwan was intrigued. "And what did you say?"
"I told them to roll as far away as possible!"
This time, Song Feiwan's smile held a bit more sincerity.
Seeing her in good spirits, Dongzhi dared to speak a little more.
"Miss, I feel that you are very different from how you were some time ago."
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